Friday, May 14, 2010

TUTU's and Broken Butts


SO Zombie, Dishtowel, and AWESOME #1 all got together for a night of epic adventure. It started out with a quick call to our dear friend MIKE ... oh how sad when the ringing of the phone ended in a voicemail box. Zombie acting as Dishtowel left MIKE a rather important message with specific set of directions on how to get to THE CLUB. As we were dancing to the beat and skating to the rhythm our eyes beheld many many 12 year old skanks. I wonder if their mothers knew what they were dressed like. What they were doing. I was rather shocked. Anywho ... our tutu's were whoooshing in the wind. We were all picking up speed, we were all feeling the groove. Then Awesome # 1 decided that Zombie was being a bit to prideful and let her wheels collide with zombies. I fell on my bottom my tutu was everywhere my matching headband askew.
Ultimately my bottom was broken.
. . . Ok its fine but it hurts.
Overall, it was a glorious evening full of wonder for only one dollar!
We invite you all to come to THE CLUB in THE LITTLE CITY. Just cover your eyes 12 year olds can scar you for life.

<3 / Zombie.

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